the cassandra pages

Sunflower 2

out

there, Bee

wears yellow pantaloons.

here,

Flower nods

a heavy head

casts

in sleep

its powdered gold.

Sunflower

Inspired by Ernesto (imitation is the sincerest form of flattery), I thought I'd try my hand at a hay(no)ku:

If --

we’d stayed

warm in bed --

days

had thirty

fine fat hours --

languid

might describe

these silver mornings.

Time

though places

its firm hand

in

the small

of our backs

pushes

past the

scent of coffee,

the

red interior

of ripe fruit.